Down the abyssal escarpment moving slowly and gracefully using its fins for steering and oceain currents for long distance travel. It peaks up on the line and wants to escape, but retracts from the spots. The lines have been drawn, there is no turning back. Which way does it flow from the end to the back. As the steel drums play, the network value increases in size with the amount of marine life. The acceleration continues on an exponential fashion with humidity rising. The fish once that swam along, are finding community, even with three little birds zipping around in an unorderly fashion, keeping report. We find ourselves in the future and with vision, look to say what line should I have taken, what line should I have crossed. The singularity has not occurred, but it lingers as if a mauve stinger feeding at nightfall. Don’t worry about a thing, just jump onboard a line and ride the current to your tokenized promised land. -Caribbean, October 2022